get in here Ameribros, lets politely discuss the fine ancient art of pooping in public
>be me this morning
>go to the local grocery to stock up on pop-tarts, ho-hos, tendies, and other essential food items
>while picking out my favorite flavor of sugar coated bacon donuts from the isle, i feel the urge to take a number 2
>stop what im doing and squeeze out a little mud monkey in my pants, a few drops get on the floor
>old lady next to me sees it and joins in, we have a nice little poo party right there in the store
>at checkout the store manager sees the stain on the back of my XXXXXL grey heavy duty sweatpants and asks if the sharty party has started without him knowing
>its only just begun my freedom friend
>everyone in the store drops a load in their pants right there and engage in the time honored American tradition of fecal fighting
>after the fun winds down, store manager gives everyone free XXL bowls of ice cream as thanks for the fun family entertainment
>i leave the grocery covered in poop and packed with delicious snacks, for a moment, simply euphoric
>the Indian immigrant across the street at the gas station smiles and nods respectfully toward me
>my mfw face when i realize third worlders and yuropoors will never experience the undiluted sense of freedom that a nice shart in the mart gives
fuck off proxy
>be me in january first
>go to the gym for new years resolution
>unrack absolutely everything for no reason
>then begin my set of squatting 0pl8
>on the 3rd rep
>suddenly feel a bowel movement coming
>release all my shart onto the newly waxed floor of the gym
>suddenly get launched up by the force of my poo
>the power of this causes the lunk alarm to go off
>the gym falcons swoop in and revoke my squatting rights
>have to eat an entire pizza on cheat day now